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Crypteia
The air wrapped around our face as we descended through the darkness. The call of freedom, to it we harken our pace. To save ourselves from the final destruction. Of ourselves from their constructed narrative of destruction.
By Atomic Historian3 years ago in Fiction
Movies for the Season: Soul Food
Entertainment has always had a knack for setting the tone for the holidays, especially when it comes to music and film. When talking about Thanksgiving one of the best movies to emphasize the importance of family and why we should be thankful for its foundation is Soul Food.
By Joe Patterson3 years ago in Fiction
A Melody of Lost Love
In a city that wore a cloak of muted twilight as Luna cast her silver glow upon cobblestone streets. The air was laced with a melancholic symphony, and the fragrance of roses lingered, reminiscent of a love that had bloomed and withered like petals in the wind.
By Edara Otuk3 years ago in Fiction
The Road to Understanding
Clip… Clop… Clip… Clop… “Dad?” “Yes, Son.” “Who made those stone walls, and why are there so many?” “Our ancestors made the walls when they first came to the island.”
By Mark Gagnon3 years ago in Fiction
Sunset
The sunset was peach and red and golden, shining over the desert around us. The sun glinting just barely over the horizon, casting golden rays through the windows of my car. A 1970 Chevrolet C10 Fleetside – it used to be a bright, golden red. A colour to rival the sunset. It was my Daddy’s favourite car, and my Mama’s favourite colour.
By Aimee Perkins3 years ago in Fiction
Please don’t leave me alone
Ikra she was sitting in her favorite tree when the fire broke out and she gasped and rushed off to find her brothers and her neighbors to see if they were alive she saw her brothers and parents dead but heard her fathers family friends they were still alive she went to find her friend Lo’ak and she sighed sobbing trying to process what just happened. “Lo’ak! My brothers and parents are dead!” She cried out.
By Daniella Farras3 years ago in Fiction
Restoring the temple
When the collapsing waves were no more supplanting my ears, I dragged myself right into a resting placement and damaged the King's red seal. I unraveled the parchment paper, checked out the very first sentence concerning fellow guardians being hostages, and after that, collapsed it in my clenched fist.
By Josh Ores3 years ago in Fiction
A Not So Romantic Christmas. Top Story - November 2023.
Below is my entry into Real Poetic's Holiday Jamboree! Microfiction Challenge. Here is her link, if you'd like to join in. The diamond sparkled brightly as the lights on the Christmas tree, as Jack, on bended knee, flipped open the velvet box and asked me to be his bride.
By Cathy holmes3 years ago in Fiction
I have no power you can listen to me
In a quiet village nestled between hills and forests, there lived a young woman named Aria. Aria was an unassuming soul, often overlooked in the bustling rhythms of daily life. She carried a burden that was invisible to those around her—a feeling of powerlessness that echoed in the quiet corners of her heart.
By Suva3 years ago in Fiction
Age is Not a Obstacle for Greater Success
In the heart of the bustling city of Harmonyville, there lived an extraordinary woman named Eleanor. At the age of 75, she was a living testament to the belief that age was not an obstacle for greater success. Eleanor was not your typical retiree; she was an unstoppable force of inspiration with a heart full of dreams.
By Suva3 years ago in Fiction
Imagination is Everything: Unleashing Your Creative Potential
Once in a small town nestled between rolling hills and meandering streams, there lived a young girl named Maya. Maya was known for her vivid imagination, a treasure trove of creativity that seemed boundless. While others saw a simple meadow, Maya saw a mystical land where fairies danced in the moonlight.
By Suva3 years ago in Fiction
Wedding Flowers
Two bouquets of dried flowers lay where they’d been tossed upon the coffee table, beside a pot of living plants. Begonias actually, stretching on skinny stems toward the southern window, where a cloudless Colorado blue sky promised leaf splitting sunlight later in the day.
By Barbara Steinhauser 3 years ago in Fiction